So yesterday I concluded the movie series of 50 shades. I read the first book not too long ago, but then I realized that the third movie was soon to come out. So I quickly watched the first and second movie so I could be ready to understand the third movie.
When I began reading the first book, I couldn’t quite figure out if I liked Christian; a lead character. The more I read, the more I developed a love/hate relationship with this man. With which page I turned, I became obsessed with trying to figure out what the heck was wrong with him. Why was he the way he was? Why such control issues?
By the end of the book, I began to somewhat like and understand him. But of course I still had more questions. Yet, I did feel as though he was being sincere and really loved Anastasia; his love interest.
From the first movie till the last, I appreciated how he tried to shower her with admiration. His intrigue of her beauty and intelligence was facinating. Each movie I will admit was intense. I clung to the screen wondering what would happen next. I can honestly say none of the three movies were a disappointment.
I can imagine woman across the globe leaving the theater wanting someone like Christian Grey. But, I am blessed, although my Christian is named Keith he is my love for life.
No, he doesn’t fly me across the world in his private jet. But he does make sure I feel loved daily. He loves to cook, so I’m always eating good. And we have the best time everytime we go out.
We met on the internet, got married 9 months later and will be celebrating 2 years of marriage in April. He is my 50 shades and more. I appreciate the blessing I have in him.
I left the movies hoping that people appreciate the person they have in their life. Life is not promised, so cherish the one in your life everyday. Begin the write your own love story on your big screen of life.
This is a picture my hip and side view of the real me at age 39. Although I’ve had two children, the ironic thing is that this is what I looked like even in my youth. I’ve always had stretch marks and I’ve never tried to cover them up with make-up or filters on my phone. Why? Because stretch marks are real life and it doesn’t make me any less beatuful because I have them. In my mind growing up I thought it was normal. I thought everyone had them.
As I was taking this picture my son came in the bathroom unaware as to what I was doing. He was shocked as I held the camera towards my rear end and quickly asked why was I doing such a thing.
I told him the honest truth. I told him that I wanted to write a blog post that encouraged other females to embrace their stretch marks, cellulite or any other normal body changes. This is real life and in real life, women aren’t perfect. Yet, we’re strong warriors, filters and make-up have many young girls disillusioned.
It’s very unfortunate when a female doesn’t like herself or a certain part of her body because someone told her she shouldn’t. Or because she’s looked on the internet or in a magazine and saw women who don’t look like her, yet are glamorized because of the appearance of perfection.
It’s very unfortunate that females don’t embrace their true selves. Rather they try and starve themselves as they try to fit into the cookie cutter of unrealistic views and opinions of people whose opinions don’t really matter.
In my opinion, every size is beautiful. Every hue of human is beautiful. Stretch marks and dimples on the rear are also apart of life. And no female should feel less about themselves because they don’t look like someone else. God made everyone different, yet God loves us all the same.
So I write this post to any female who doesn’t feel beautiful because of your stretch marks or other body contouring. Please know you are Gods greatest creation and in order for someone else to love you wholeheartedly, you must first love yourself! (Without any filters) ❤